Ode to the High Priestess of Soul


Unkempt hair on her head

she wore, the struggle

of the colored man upon her back

she bore. What happened

Miss Simone, for a star to fall

from grace? Was it the blind eye

of Julliard to possibility of talent

in black fingers, or the turned head

of Lady Liberty to the travesties

of Mississippi? Goddamn

the people for the time it took to value 

freedom and goddamn 

the reaper for the time it took

to grant it.